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It's 3:14 AM, and I'm trying to thread a microscopic plastic zipper in total darkness while a small, angry human practices mixed martial arts against my kidneys. My 11-month-old son has just executed a catastrophic diaper payload, and I'm currently...

I was sweating completely through my only clean gray t-shirt, wrestling my six-month-old son into a pair of miniature, rigid cotton pants that featured actual, literal brass rivets. My husband was out in the garage blasting some playlist, and I...

Last Tuesday at exactly 6:14 PM, I found myself locked in a physical struggle with a miniature velvet suit. My 11-month-old daughter was screaming like I'd just permanently uninstalled her favorite game, and my wife was standing in the doorway...